All Chapters of Alpha’s Dark Redemption : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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She is my mate

Lucas’s POVThe room felt too small the moment Grant’s expression shifted, the moment the air thickened with something I couldn’t name yet but sure as hell recognized—the scent of a storm before it breaks, the weight of a secret heavy enough to crush a man if he let it sit too long on his chest—and as he stood there, silent and rigid, eyes locked on Vera like she was the answer to a question he hadn’t meant to ask, I felt my patience snap, the thin thread of calm I’d been clinging to fraying fast beneath the weight of everything else that had gone to hell this week, this month, this year.“Grant,” I said, low and sharp, my voice slicing through the tension, but he didn’t move—didn’t blink—didn’t so much as breathe like a man should, and that was the moment I knew, that was the moment the pit opened in my gut, cold and deep and dangerous, because whatever this was, it wasn’t nothing, and nothing didn’t make a warrior like Grant freeze like a man caught between instinct and reason, betw

Last Updated : 2025-07-06

Faultlines

Selina’s POVThe tension in that room was thick enough to choke on, a living, breathing thing that pressed against my skin, crawled down my spine, and coiled tight in my gut like a storm waiting to break, and as I stood there, watching Grant’s eyes darken, watching his hands tremble with the effort it took to keep his wolf at bay, watching the way Vera shifted beside me, unease flickering across her face like the first crack of lightning before the downpour, I realized just how close we all were to the edge — not just of this moment, not just of this disaster, but of something far deeper, far older, something that had been waiting beneath the surface of all of us, hidden in the fractures we’d tried so hard to ignore.Grant didn’t speak again, not to Lucas, not to me, or to Vera—he just turned, sharp and sudden, the muscles in his body snapping like a wire stretched too tight, and he stalked from the room without a word, his boots heavy on the floor, his scent a riot of frustration and

Last Updated : 2025-07-07

Fucking wolf

Grant’s POVI’d been avoiding her. Not subtly either — full-on dodging hallways, rerouting patrols, cutting conversations short the second I even thought she might be nearby. It wasn’t about fear. I wasn’t afraid of Vera. I was afraid of me. Of what I would do. Of what I was becoming every time I got within ten feet of her. There was something dangerous brewing beneath my skin, something primal, something not entirely mine anymore. My wolf — the bastard — had been clawing at the edges of my consciousness since the moment she walked through the pack gates like she belonged here, like the air bent around her just to touch her. And maybe it did. Maybe everything did. But I couldn’t handle that. I wouldn’t handle that.She wasn’t one of us.And worse — she didn’t even know.I was barely keeping it together. Every minute, every second I spent pretending I didn’t feel the pull, pretending my skin didn’t itch and burn to be near her, pretending my wolf wasn’t practically howling inside me ev

Last Updated : 2025-07-09

The Mistake I Won’t Repeat

Grant's POVThe knock wasn’t loud, but it carried the weight of command. I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. Lucas pushed the door open anyway, like he owned the place—which, technically, he did—and stepped in without apology, without hesitation, and without that usual easy smirk that made him seem more man than monster.He looked like hell. Like someone who hadn’t slept in days. His jaw was tight, his eyes sharp, and for once, there was no fire—just steel. No jokes, no bullshit. Just Lucas Blackwood in full Alpha mode. And that…that wasn’t something I could ignore.“You need to talk to me,” he said simply, shutting the door behind him.I stayed seated, legs wide, elbows resting on my knees, trying not to look like I was coming apart at the seams. Because I was. Because ever since Vera walked into this place like some goddamn storm in pink lipstick, nothing made sense anymore. Because my wolf—my wolf, who I’d managed to suppress for years—had clawed his way back to the surface like he

Last Updated : 2025-07-11

I'm not leaving

Grant's POVMy wolf was obsessed.He’d reappeared with no warning—no slow build, no growl from the depths. Just there. Loud. Certain. And the second he’d caught her scent, he hadn’t hesitated. He’d taken over. He walked right up to her like she belonged to us and flirted like a goddamn idiot, all charm and hunger, making her laugh, making her look at me—no, not me—him. The wolf. The version of me that didn’t care about rules or fear or reputation.And I hadn’t stopped him. I couldn’t.When I’d finally forced control back, when I heard myself shout “fucking wolf!” like a lunatic, I saw the confusion flash across her face. She hadn’t said anything. She just arched a brow and walked away, giving me that amused little smirk like she thought I was being dramatic.She had no idea.She had no fucking clue that I’d wanted to touch her, kiss her, mark her, bite her, drag her against me, and never let her go—and none of it had been mine. It had been him. My wolf. And he was getting stronger.Ev

Last Updated : 2025-07-11

The Pull I Can’t Escape

Grant’s POVI watched her go. Not far. Just down the corridor, around the corner, her scent lingering in the air like a fucking challenge—lavender and warm sugar and fire. My wolf paced beneath my skin, prowling, growling, and snarling every time she moved further away, and I was hanging on by a thread, one frayed edge away from losing it completely.She didn’t understand what she’d done—not really. That small touch over my heart, that quiet promise that she wasn’t running even though I’d given her every damn reason to—my wolf had gone silent. Watching. Waiting. Thrumming with something primal that made my spine itch and my chest feel too tight.I wanted to go after her.I wanted to grab her and pull her back into my space, press her against the wall, and kiss the questions off her lips until she understood what she was. What she meant. That she wasn’t just someone who wandered into my chaos—she was the calm and the storm. The spark. The bond. The end.But I didn’t. I stayed there. Br

Last Updated : 2025-07-13

What I can’t run from

Grant’s POVThe day passed in fragments. Too many voices. Too many thoughts. Too many fucking emotions clawing at my chest like my ribs were a cage and everything inside me wanted out—wanted to scream, to shift, to destroy.But I didn’t. I paced instead.Around the perimeter. Through the halls. In and out of the training grounds. Anywhere but the east wing, anywhere but the spot I knew she was in. Vera.My mate. My human fucking mate.She hadn’t run. She hadn’t slapped me or screamed or asked what kind of psycho I was for yelling at invisible wolves and fleeing into the forest like some lunatic on the verge of a nervous breakdown. No. She’d followed me to the edge of the estate, arms crossed, lips pressed, and said, You’re not getting rid of me that easily.And just like that, I was fucked, because now I couldn’t get rid of her even if I wanted to.Not that I wanted to.Goddess!I was so far past wanting her I didn’t even know where I was anymore. Every second I spent not touching her

Last Updated : 2025-07-14

The Man at the Gate

Selina’s POVThe call came just as I was settling Damon into his temporary room, the one Lucas had reluctantly offered with clipped words and a stiff nod, like the idea of our presence under his roof still grated at some part of him he couldn’t name or wouldn’t admit to—but that wasn’t my concern right now, because Damon was safe, tucked into blankets that smelled faintly of pine and leather and the subtle musk that clung to the walls of this estate like an invisible warning that we were in wolf territory now.My phone buzzed again, more insistent this time, and I sighed, pulling it from the back pocket of my jeans and staring down at Jonathan’s name flashing across the screen like a brand I no longer wanted to wear.I hesitated. Just for a second. Then I answered.“Selina,” his voice came through sharp, too even, like he was trying to hold back something that had already broken loose beneath the surface, “I went to your penthouse.”I blinked, pressing the phone closer to my ear. “Jon

Last Updated : 2025-07-15

Let the game begin

Jonathan’s POVThe second those steel gates creaked open, slow and reluctant, like the mansion itself was trying to deny me, I adjusted my collar and stepped forward with the kind of deliberate calm that hides a knife behind its back, because I knew exactly what I was walking into—and I wanted every goddamn second of it.The wolves had kept me waiting at the perimeter, their eyes sharp and suspicious, their noses twitching like bloodhounds trying to sniff out something they couldn’t place. Of course, they couldn’t. That was the point. I wasn’t here to be placed. I was here to unsettle. To unseat. To remind Lucas Blackwood that while he had strength, territory, and dominance—I had her.Selina. My girl. His fucking mate.And if I had to play the devoted boyfriend card all the way to hell to make him squirm, so be it.I walked through the front doors without needing to be escorted—because when a man walks like he owns the place, no one dares tell him otherwise—and there he was.Lucas Bla

Last Updated : 2025-07-16

She’s mine

Jonathan’s POVI arrived late in the morning—late enough that the estate was fully awake, yet early enough that no one expected me to come unannounced, uninvited, and entirely unbothered by it. The guards at the gate—those same little lapdogs Lucas trained to bare their teeth at anyone without a Blackwood birthmark—looked unsure the second they saw me.As they should.I didn’t wait for clearance. I didn’t roll down my window or flash a fake smile. I stared at them through the glass until one of them caved and waved me through with the kind of hesitation reserved for wild animals and ticking bombs.Because that’s what I was now.A man wrapped in the skin of something worse.Lucas was by the main doors when I pulled up.Perfect.He didn’t say a word as I stepped out of the car, buttoning my coat with slow, calculated ease, letting the tension stretch between us like barbed wire. His eyes flicked to me, cold and unreadable, but I caught the twitch in his jaw. The way his fingers curled a

Last Updated : 2025-07-17

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